Song Xinya: “……”
Han Jingyi: “……”
For a moment, neither of them knew how to respond to Qin Yuhe.
Qin Yuhe: “You two are so in sync. It makes me look like the outsider.”
Song Xinya: “…………”
Han Jingyi: “…………”
At that moment, Han Jingyi had one hand braced against the door, holding it open with his arm extended.
Song Xinya stood beside his arm, frozen in the act of stepping outside.
From that angle, it looked as though she were standing within the crook of Han Jingyi’s arm.
A fierce possessiveness churned in Qin Yuhe’s eyes. His gaze locked firmly onto her.
“Come here.”
Song Xinya walked toward him.
Before she had even reached his side, Qin Yuhe took a long step forward, reached out, seized her wrist, and yanked her into the circle of his arms.
The uniquely rich, masculine scent of him wrapped around her like invisible vines, winding tightly around her body.
Song Xinya felt as though her throat had been gripped, and her heartbeat quickened.
Although Qin Yuhe had never said it outright, Song Xinya could sense that he was an extremely possessive man.
He was a neat freak and disliked other people touching his belongings. Naturally, he was even more particular about his woman.
Qin Yuhe tightened his grip on her wrist and gave it a squeeze.
A faint ache, threaded with an electric sensation, traveled from the back of her hand. Song Xinya let out a soft cry and bit her lip.
Han Jingyi said to Qin Yuhe, “Xinya and I met because of work. Don’t misunderstand, and please don’t make things difficult for her.”
Qin Yuhe shot him a cold sidelong glance. “You’re awfully concerned about someone else’s wife.”
“I just think you shouldn’t hurt Xinya.”
“You don’t have a wife, so you wouldn’t understand. When I squeeze her hand, someone like you—a lifelong bachelor—sees it as hurting her. Between husband and wife, it’s called flirting.”
He lowered his head until he was looking Song Xinya straight in the eye. His deep gaze was mesmerizing as he asked, “Do you like it when I treat you this way?”
The question seemed to flip some hidden switch in Song Xinya, and her cheeks suddenly flushed.
Because during those moments, Qin Yuhe often asked her the same thing.
“Do you like it when I treat you this way?”
A powerful thrust drove into her.
“Hmm?”
Another forceful thrust followed, harder than the last.
“Do you like it or not? Answer me!”
A third, even more forceful thrust came immediately after.
If Song Xinya said she didn’t like it, what awaited her would be even more intense, uninhibited, domineering, and relentless teasing.
Now, facing Qin Yuhe’s question and gazing into his deep, captivating eyes, Song Xinya answered, “I like it.”
Han Jingyi could not stay any longer.
He felt like a clown.
Han Jingyi had always been impeccable in both word and manner, with the bearing of a perfect gentleman. But this time, he left in hurried strides without even saying goodbye to Song Xinya.
Qin Yuhe slowly straightened, a victor’s smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
With one arm around her waist, he sat down in the booth.
They sat facing each other. Qin Yuhe had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his tall, imposing figure radiating overwhelming pressure as he stared at Song Xinya without blinking.
The café was decorated with remarkable charm. Hanging plants covered the surroundings, their pure white flowers in full bloom, while tender green pothos vines dangled from the ceiling.
Pink roses, cartoon dolls kissing, Cupids holding arrows of love, and two hearts pierced together by Cupid’s arrow filled the place.
Romantic couple-themed decorations were everywhere.
The people drinking coffee around them were all young couples, arriving two by two.
Song Xinya—his wife—had been sitting here drinking coffee with another man.
Qin Yuhe’s expression darkened.
He tilted his chin toward her. “Explain what happened today.”
Song Xinya lowered her lashes and bowed her head, looking like a schoolchild caught doing something wrong by a parent.
“He’s Han Jingyi, a doctor. We’ve known each other since we were children. He went abroad to earn his doctorate and was away for several years. He only came back recently, and we hadn’t seen each other in a long time, so we met for coffee.”
Qin Yuhe translated her words in his own way. “Childhood sweethearts. Haven’t seen each other in ages. Missed each other so much it hurt. So, even with a husband, you had to sneak out to meet him behind my back.”
Song Xinya hurriedly added, “There’s nothing between us. If we were ever going to get together, it would have happened a long time ago.”
Qin Yuhe continued, “He was abroad for several years. Although the two of you had feelings for each other, the distance between you forced you to suppress them. Then I came along and got in the middle. By the time he returned, you were already married. So naturally, both of you were left full of regret.”
Song Xinya felt that the more she explained, the more tangled things became.
It was the first time she had realized how skilled he was at twisting someone’s words.
The more she said, the more mistakes she made, so Song Xinya pressed her lips tightly together and said nothing.
Qin Yuhe: “Why have you stopped talking?”
Song Xinya turned her face away. “Hmph.”
Well, now she was angry.
Qin Yuhe tapped his finger against the table. “Come here.”
Song Xinya: “No.”
Qin Yuhe: “Are you coming over or not?”
Song Xinya: “No.”
Qin Yuhe: “I’m asking you one last time. Are you coming over?”
Song Xinya stubbornly held a pout on her little face. “I said no.”
Fine. Then he would go to her.
It was no big deal. A man had to know when to bend and when to stand firm.
Qin Yuhe rose and walked over to sit beside Song Xinya.
Song Xinya raised her fists and pounded on his chest. “I don’t want you sitting next to me. I don’t want you sitting next to me. I don’t want you sitting next to me!”
Qin Yuhe caught her chin, kissed her on the lips, and forcefully slipped his tongue into her mouth, fervently teasing her little tongue and stirring her warm, soft, moist mouth…
